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Heart in Wooden Box He is asking Night to relief his pain Every time when dark is covering town But his soul was screaming till dawn On way to fulfill this glorious design. A creation of enormous value,bright Must be finished till Her full ending. And morning is relief, no pretending, Only reward for work in dark side . Precious,wanted gift ,his gratitude Was again left on Her golden altar In plain wooden box of his solitude


Heart in box